Madam, did she abuse the scum today?

Chapter 25

The most ruthless emperor's family, these words are not just words.

It's not just love for a lifetime that is blocked by the ten thousand-zhang palace wall.

Empress mother, the emperor's family has no true feelings, don't you understand best?

Why do you still have to let your son look for the false truth?
In the empty hall, the air froze for a moment, and the atmosphere was inexplicably oppressive and silent.

Empress Zhao looked up at her son who suddenly became depressed, and patted him on the shoulder lightly, "Yue'er, mother, it's just that you don't want to follow in my footsteps, mother wishes you happiness."

As soon as the words fell, there was a rush of footsteps outside the hall.

Empress Zhao turned her head to follow the prestige, and saw the female officer she sent to Qinzheng Hall hurriedly walked into the hall.

Soon came to her.

Raising her hand to touch the center of her eyebrows, Queen Zhao glanced at the female officer lightly, "What's the matter?"

The female officer cleared her throat when she heard the words, and told her every word and every detail of what she saw outside the Palace of Qinzheng.

Even how many whips Murong Jing received, as well as the conversation between Murong Yun and Murong Jing, the female officer recounted everything.

At the end, the female officer swallowed her saliva and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, he doesn't seem to approve of Concubine Chu, and even gave her a jade plaque engraved with Wei Tuo flowers. The Third Highness is very dissatisfied with this matter. I feel resentful toward His Majesty."

Upon hearing this, Queen Zhao lowered her head and straightened the skirt without any wrinkles, "Well, it's pretty good."

With a slight smile on his lips, he waved to the female officer, "Thank you for your hard work, go down and rest."

"Yes."

After the female officer left, Empress Zhao turned her head to look at Murong Yue, who was beside her in deep thought, "Yueer, what do you think about the jade plaque?"

"Mother, that's the third brother's family business."

Empress Zhao touched her forehead in embarrassment and smiled embarrassingly.

"Yue'er, what do you think about your father's last words?"

"Hey! Father deliberately ambiguously said about the establishment of the crown prince in front of the third brother, isn't he just wanting to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight?"

His father, his thoughts are really...

Murong Yue snorted coldly, he was as clear as a mirror about the intention of the Jun father's move.

"Queen, let's pretend we don't know what happened tonight. Let them do whatever they want. Let's wait and see what happens. The most important thing right now is Gu's side..."

"Okay, the queen mother will listen to you."

The mother and son talked for a while, and Queen Zhao looked at his sleepy face with distressed eyes.

"Yue'er, it's late, don't go back tonight, go to the side hall to rest."

Meeting her distressed eyes, Murong Yue was slightly taken aback by the anticipation on her face, and the words of rejection that reached the tip of her mouth were still not uttered.

"it is good."

When Empress Zhao saw this, a joyful smile appeared on her face, and she beckoned a female official to send him to the side hall to rest.

Quietly watching Murong Yue's leaving back for a long time, until his figure completely disappeared from sight, Empress Zhao looked away, got up and went to the inner hall.

……

Temple of Sanssouci.

Wearing a snow-colored knee-length dress, a woman with an exotic face and a mandala flower between her eyebrows sat restlessly in the hall, frowning and looking outside the hall from time to time, her eyes anxious.

Pressing the constantly beating eyelids, Ji Wuyou closed her eyes slightly, and when she opened them again, her eyes were full of panic.

The next moment, she stood up directly and hurried out of the hall, her back slightly staggering.

Beneath the ten thousand-zhang palace wall, Murong Jing, covered in blood, tightly grasped the jade tablet with one hand, and covered his chest with the other, hunched slightly, and staggered along the empty palace road.

Blood dripped down his trouser legs, leaving a row of winding bloody footprints wherever he passed, which was very shocking.

Standing at the foot of the marble steps, Murong Jing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, pressed the tip of his tongue to his cheek, and looked up at the Temple of Worry in front of him, a little smile finally appeared in his dark and cold eyes.

Not the kind of hypocritical perfunctory smile, but a real smile from the heart.

Shaking his somewhat chaotic mind, Murong Jing lifted his steps up the steps. The next moment, his exhausted body staggered, and his tall body fell directly backwards.

"Touch!" The body fell heavily on the cold and hard floor tiles, making a deafening sound.

"uh-huh."

The severe pain made him frown and let out a painful moan, and then he passed out.

"Jing'er!"

Ji Wuyou, who came in a hurry, let out an exclamation, her feet leaped, and the next moment, she landed directly in front of Murong Jing.

Seeing the bloody welts all over his body, a bloodthirsty shadow flashed across her eyes.

Bending down to pick him up, Ji Wuyou walked quickly towards the hall with a gloomy face.

She is obviously only a delicate and thin woman, but Murong Jing is a grown man with a height of over 180, but she hugs him effortlessly, and her steps are surprisingly fast.

All the guards in the Palace of Sanctuary were amazed.

Unexpectedly, she just flicked her hand lightly, and the guards fell into a drowsy sleep.

"Anu!"

Back in the main hall, Ji Wuyou anxiously called Yao Nu, while carefully placing Murong Jing, who was covered in blood, on the bed.

Yao Nu who fell asleep lying on the table heard her stern voice and instantly woke up.

Wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth, he ran to her, "Master, Anu is here, what is your order?"

The strong smell of blood in the hall made her frown slightly, she straightened her nose and sniffed Ji Wuyou, "Master, are you injured?"

After saying that, Anu immediately saw Murong Jing, who was dripping blood on the bed and fell into a coma, with surprise in his eyes, "Master, what's the matter, young master? Why are you hurt so badly?"

Ji Wuyou didn't answer her question, but just pressed the center of her eyebrows, and told her to go get her medicine box immediately.

Anu nodded obediently, turned around and jumped up and down to get the medicine box.

Seeing her bouncing figure, Ji Wuyou frowned slightly, but he was helpless.

Anu was the first drug slave she trained, and she was also a child with a hard life.

When she met her, she was only twelve years old, her biological mother died young, her biological father rejected her, was kicked out of the house, and lived by begging.

At that time, she was suffering from a chronic illness and was dying soon.

She treated her for a while, but unfortunately, she was not cured after all.

She escaped from the southern wilderness, and the first person she met was her. With her company for more than two months, she had long regarded this poor child as her younger sister.
Reluctant to let her die, she trained her to be a drug slave.

Her memory stays forever at the innocent age of twelve.

Even though it has been more than twenty years now, her appearance, memory, and even her posture have always stayed at that carefree age.

She won't grow up anymore.

In a daze, Anu had already turned back with the medicine box in his arms.

"Master, here is your medicine box."

(End of this chapter)